[Unless your name is Julian Devorak, and then you throw yourself headlong into situations that should have required more thought, you push at things that are better left alone and then pull yourself apart over them later. So here they are, and whilst he manages to appear calm enough as he reaches for another swig of his drink after all (because on second thoughts he needs it), there's the tell-tale colour in his cheeks and across the tips of his ears that denotes his flustered state.]

Oh, uh...I see, I see. I suppose this is the place for it, isn't it?

[After a moment he looks up from his glass though, manufactures a rakish smile.]

Though there seems something unfair in that, doesn't there? You knowing so much about me whilst I know so little about you...